Big Brass Ones

In the Show

September 30th 2006 9:38 am
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Or Just a Material Boy

All kidding about Frisbetarianism aside, we are not religious creatures, the biped and I. We don’t really think you go up on the roof when you die. We don’t think you go to the rainbow bridge. We think that, when you die, you’re dead.

Which could be sort of depressing, I guess, if you looked at it from the wrong point of view. But, being hopelessly sentient creatures, we have, of course, made up a way of looking at it that pleases us.

We think that, if inanimate matter could aspire, it would aspire to be the kind of matter that is us. To be alive, and quick, and aware… to be able, for a short while, not only to be part of the wonder of the universe, but to know that we are part of it.

We are matter that has made it to the Big Leagues of Matter. For a little while—maybe for just the last two weeks of just one season—we are in the show, playing in front of the big crowds and using brand new balls, even for batting practice. And for an even littler while, we were all of us in the show together. That is surely something. That is quite a bit.

More than mere matter could reasonably have expected.

 
 

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